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Aug 2017
A man of logic, time, and luck,
Oh, what a wise path he dreamed.
But for all three things, I warn you,
They aren't quite what they seemed.

Now his mind and logic are gone,
They were taken ever so quick.
He was mad in love with a lady,
but she left him dumb and sick.

For 100 years he walked the earth,
As time eroded his soul.
A silent force, a shadow they say,
That has one deathly goal.

And as for the day, his luck ran dry,
I remember oh so clear.
He sat there alone, and sad,
His heart, brimming with fear.
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